Page 94 of Forget Your Morals


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Penny wantsus to be good little cousins and keep our hands to ourselves the rest of the trip. Meanwhile, the idea of getting caught and ripping off this elephant-sized band aid seems like a great solution to me.

Honestly, it’s only a matter of time, Gavin already asked me a million fucking questions last night about what’s going on between us. I told him the highlights, not wanting to upset Penny, but also needing to get it off my chest. He promised he would keep our secret, but I already know that little prick told Ben. Both of them kept making little jokes while fishing today.

I can handle them though, especially since they don’t seem to care. Why would they? It’s not like they aren’t into their own weird shit.

It would be a relief for the family to know and to no longer carry this secret. I want to take Penny places, be a real couple—something completely foreign to me. But when it comes to Penny? I selfishly want everything.

Part of me knows Penny won’t tell the family until we’re forced to, and while I don’t want to fuck this up, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if itaccidentallyhappened.

“The futon is nice,” I lie. The futon sucks, but I would like Penny to climb over here and ride my dick.

She’s facing me while she lies on her bed only a few feet away.

“I bet it is.”

“You know how nice it is?” I smirk, fisting my cock outside of my boxers.

“You’re really the worst, you know that?” she says, shifting on the mattress, trying to look anywhere besides where my hand is.

“I’m the best, and it’s why you couldn’t stay away.”

She rolls her eyes, and I pull my length from my boxers and stroke myself.

“This could be all yours. You just need to travel the short distance between us,honey.” I draw out honey like an inside joke instead of a pet name.

“We need to be more careful.”

“Lock the door then,” I tell her.

“No. No more seducing me while we’re here with our family.”

“It’s been so long, Penny,” I complain, stroking my cock, my eyes not leaving her face for a second. “I miss your pussy.”

“You’re extremely romantic,” she says, even while glancing down at where I’m jerking myself off.

“Come over here and I can tell you all the other things I miss about you,” I whisper.

“You are truly the most unfair person I’ve ever met,” she complains.

“I know you want to come over here. I know you want it,” I say, slowly stroking my shaft and she tracks the motion.

She shakes her head, and I groan.

“The payback for the weeks of denying me is going to be severe, Penny.”

Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips, liking the idea. It’s part of why I can’t get enough of Penny. We’re constantly on the same page without even trying.

But now there’s more, there are feelings. Ones that couldn’t be shoved down or ignored even if I tried.

There’s a promise of this being what I always wanted it to be, beyond exploring each other’s bodies. Though, right now, all I can think about is my aching cock and how badly I wish she was bouncing on top of it.

“You know what I’ve been jerking off to?” I ask her, my strokes increasing and her chest rising and falling with her heart rate rising.

She likes watching, and I like having her full attention.

“What?” she asks in a breathy tone.

“That night in the car,” I tell her and her brows furrow. Of all the things we’ve done, that was one of the most tame. There were no walls between us, no playing, just us fucking and desperate for each other.